|This guy waited to speak with me and introduced me to his wife so I could help her get a new computer. We all had a good time.
A fun discussion with my co-worker and pal Matt ensued of ‘people we’ve met at work’. The list was rather impressive.
Earlier in the week:
Someone in a coffee establishment, after calling me ‘hon’ a number of times expressed surprised when I used my iphone to pay for my beverage. What?
“You’re the only older woman I’ve ever seen who uses her iphone to do that, like that.”
I did allow as how I work for Apple and maybe I should be able to handle doing that, lol but…
It was pretty much a whole week of that “how did you (and by you I mean: an old woman like yourself) ever learn all this stuff?” or “perhaps you’ll know (because you’re old or a quilter or __fill in the blank__) what the answer to this is…”
we had a brief time without rain, but this morning it’s raining again.
got a little surprise package in the mail from Daleah, two CD’s of quilter songs by Cathy Miller. Very funny and spot on stuff like:
I was in my favorite fabric shop the other day
I brought in my addiction for a feed
I overheard a woman to the owner say
You don’t have the one thing that I need
You’ve got Hoffman and Dan River
Robert Kaufman, Michael Miller
Marcus Brothers, Northcott, Peter Pan
Kona Bay and Bali, African from Mali
RJR and Moda on the stand
There’s pastels, brights and jewel tones
Kitty cats and dog bones
All these things where quilters find delight
I’ve been through every bolt
And it gave me quite a jolt
Why don’t you have plain white?
from Why Don’t You Have Plain White? – Cathy Miller 2006
There was something else but apparently I need more coffee first
And in other, unrelated news, I thought I was going to be showing you some über spider but it turned out to be something equally scary in the passenger side door pocket. And today when I couldn’t find it… even scarier…
Decided to stop quick at IHOP on this rainy night. I had a great dinner and was served by a very nice man. I felt like he, Richard, and the only other server were really doing well despite having had twenty girl scouts earlier. I caught up on news and stuff while waiting for my food and it arrived quickly enough with a cheery “put away that phone because here’s your dinner!” and it was delicious. The young woman went about cleaning up a terrible mess someone with at least one small child had left and there was no huffing or puffing about it. She was focused and quick and did a good thorough job.
I left a little extra tip and thanked each of them for the good job they’d done. Richard came outside to hand me back my receipt and to ask if I wanted to, could I please fill out the survey mentioned on the receipt, which I did. I hope the company appreciates that someone thought they did a good job.
Some days I try really really hard all day long to help people but sometimes there’s just not enough help you can offer and people don’t like that. The neediest people like it the least. But of course you try anyway.
Had a few nice conversations with co-workers, had a nice dinner, shopped a bit at Peter Harris…
oh wait – a funny story about that. I had picked up a few things to try when I saw this sort of mini-dress-ish sort of thing – I personally would wear something like that over leggings and it was an XL so I figured either it would be too big or blousey enough that it would be good to wear that way.
Try on a couple things, then pick up this XL tunic/dress and get it down my arms and over my head and… I’m stuck. As it went over my shoulders I realized – oh oh – too small. I try to get it back up and over my shoulders but no. I get it the rest of the way down and it’s WAY small – like there’s a six inch gap where it is meant to button in the front. Now I’m trying to get it off and I can’t get it over my shoulders. I’m trying not to dislocate anything but I’m back to where I can’t put my arms down either. Honestly thought I’d have to wait for someone to come into the dressing room or go to the door and ask someone to come in and pull it off. (and of course this whole thing made me quite ummm glowing, let’s just say)
I finally did something that got it all past an elbow and phew I was free again. I brought it up to the counter and told this tale so they wouldn’t let someone else get caught in something that was clearly not XL. For the record I don’t normally wear XL but for loose worn over things I’m willing to give it a try. Sometimes it’s too big, sometimes a good effect but apparently it can also be WAY to small!
I read a lot of NYTimes articles. Frequent readers and facebook folks know that for sure as well as knowing that I’m not an all-inclusive reader: my tastes are broad and far-ranging.
As much as I enjoy many columns and columnists, I often find myself reading at greater length through the comments on an article. There people weigh in from all sides, offering support or argument against the Times article as well as commenting on other comments.
I like throwing my two cents in occasionally and find it a small thrill to see the email arrive saying that my comment has been approved. I’ve gotten a few comments or thumbs up on my comments too over the years.
So after reading an article entitled What Makes a Jewish Mother? I smiled quite a broad smile to see this:
As the old Russian proverb says: “A spoon is only precious at dinnertime”
I challenge all of you to add this great proverb to your arsenal. Ears will perk up everywhere.
Peace doesn’t require two people; it requires only one. It has to be you. The problem begins and ends there. – Byron Katie